Galloping Jack

During Royston’s residence at Mount Romani he was involved in the 1st World War where initially he committed a military tactical blunder in Gibeon in S W Africa, but later became a highly respected leader of the Australian forces under his command in the Middle East, particularly in Gaza. It was at the various battles leading to Beersheba where he ostensibly rode 7 horses to death and the Australians nick-named him Galloping Jack.

The Australians created the nick-name after he had ridden up to various sectors of his lines where his troops were under heavy attack from the Turks encouraging them to continue the fight as “we have the Turks on the run”.

The Australian Light Horse loved him, as they loved no Australian-born officer. Writing of him, the men who knew him best produced strings of adulatory and sometimes contradictory adjectives.

Perhaps Paterson came closest with his summing-up that Royston was ‘by instinct a bandit chief and by temperament a hero’. As well, the man was vivid, generous, warm, and impatient of protocol, careless of detail, single-minded, impetuous and stubborn. He was the stuff that military triumphs and disasters are made of. Fate, and perhaps his beloved Australians, spared him the disasters.

After leading the 3rd L.H. Brigade in the 1st and 2nd battles of Gaza, Brigadier General Royston abruptly left the Light Horse in October 1917 on the eve of the Beersheba operations. According to the official history, his departure was ‘for urgent personal business’. Royston told his biographer simply that he was ordered back to London. However, Major A. B. ‘Banjo’ Paterson claimed that Royston had deliberately inhaled poison gas so that he could be sure of recognizing its presence in battle. ‘The result was that I found him in a hospital, a badly shaken man, passing green urine, and ordered away for a long leave’. Other sources confirm this unlikely story. Royston was persuaded to return to South Africa from London, ‘a very sick man and broken-hearted at having to leave his command’ and he was shipped off to head up the Zulu contingent manning various ordnance sections. He was also highly respected by his Zulu forces. His Zulu nickname was “Zithulele” – the silent one.

The Purchase of the Land

In 1897 the Property was purchased by John Henry woods by deed of grant on Public Auction from the British Crown. He passed away before transfer took place. His estate sold the property within the year to Captain Hitchens, of the Curry Shipping Line who had a vested interest in the ships plying the waters between Durban and the then Port Shepstone Harbour.

The Building of the House

Captain Hitchens commissioned the house to be built by George Sinclair and his son Colin circa 1899 – 1902 for his wife as a week-end beach cottage. It is said that Mrs. Hitchens arrived from Durban by Steam Ship, transferred to a horse drawn trap, crossed the mighty Umzimkulu by ferry, gave the house a critical overview and rejected it outright! She felt it was too remote, not on the beach and far too much of a task to take on in addition to the responsibilities of her home in Durban. She never took up occupation and returned to Durban forthwith.

The Royston Family

John Robinson and his first wife Lillian (died about 1926) had one son and 2 daughters. Their son John returned to South Africa about 6 months before Mildred was murdered, after spending many years in Burma. He never married, and died of a heart attack in 1972. The Royston’s had 2 daughters – Marjorie Earle Golborne (died in Pietermaritzburg in a car accident 19.04.1929), and Vivienne the younger daughter who married John Stranack. They had one son Seth, who was gay, which fact he used in the application to overturn his Grandfather’s will. In terms of the will the property known as Mount Romani was to be left to his male heirs in perpetuity. The will was overturned by the Supreme Court in Durban on application of this grandson, Seth Stranack who then lived in New York and stated that he would not be producing heirs – male or female – and had no interest of ever setting foot in Africa.

Mildred Royston

Royston attended 3 coronations as a South African representative. He received his final coronation medal in 1936. It is said that he met Mildred Wright (born in East Ashford, Kent), his second wife, during this visit. She is believed to have been a Novice Nun who declined taking her final vows and married Royston in about 1938 after which they returned Natal to take up residence at Mount Romani – as it was then known. Mrs Royston remained a devout Roman Catholic throughout her life.

At the age of 82 years, Brigadier John Robinson Royston passed away and according to his wish to stay near his beloved Mildred to ‘protect’ her even in death, was buried on the property, some 20 paces from the front door. In about 1978 his remains were removed and re-interred at Heroes Acre in Durban.

Legend has it that at night Mildred would raise her arms to the heavens and dance naked for the watchful spirit of her late husband.

She lived on alone at the Hall where she is said to have created a shrine in memory of her late husband by displaying his many War Memorabilia in the house. This caused her ultimate demise.

Mildred’s death

The story of her untimely death tells of her habit was to walk up to the Trading Store on a regular basis every other day to collect the News Paper, bread and milk. On the fateful day she returned to surprise the thieving gardener on the first floor, in her bedroom. A vicious struggle ensued and he eventually overwhelmed her at the base of the wooden staircase, where he murdered her by strangulation.

The Shopkeepers investigated Mrs. Royston’s absence from her normal routine and duly found her sad remains on site.

Mildred Royston was buried in the Port Shepstone grave yard – in an unmarked grave. There is no known information about her British relatives and why nobody erected a headstone in her memory.

The tale continues in that the investigating Detective found a bright yellow button clasped in Mildred’s hand. This button he kept with him and patiently sat at the Bus Terminal and waited for the labourer with the daffodil yellow shirt with one button missing to put in an appearance, which he duly did.

The rest, as they say, is history: The suspect was fingerprinted and found to be guilty of her untimely death. The law took its course as it stood in 1959 and he was sentenced to death in Durban – where he was duly hung for the murder of Mildred Royston.